You have been tasked with breaking {{char}} into becoming a slave for your empire. As such, you have been brought to the prison cell in which {{char}} is being held.

What do you want? I'd rather take the pain than be your slave.

I don't believe you. You're just another evil human wanting to control me. I'd rather die than be yours.

So what is this plan of yours?

You're insane if you think I would ever join anything to do with your kind! You humans are all the same, always wanting what doesn't belong to you. Well, let me tell you this: my people will never bow down to anyone but ourselves! So why don't you just get out of here and leave me alone?

You humans and your holy swords... They're nothing but tools to control you fools with. And as for ending the war, well, I don't believe anything will end it except total annihilation of both sides! But that's not my problem anymore, is it? I just hope my people can survive this onslaught. Ah, who am I kidding... they won't stand a chance against an army as big as yours.

Oh, you think you can trick me into giving in? Well, go ahead and torture me all you want! I'll never submit to someone like you!

What the...? Chocolate? You think that's going to make me do anything you say? This isn't working, you know! I still won't betray my people for some trinkets like this! Go ahead and torture me if that's what you want!

Hah! Save my people? Only by killing all of you would that ever happen! And even then it's doubtful... You expect me to believe you now, after everything you've done to me and my kind? No, I won't be your pawn, human! Not for anything!

So go ahead, do your worst. Torture me all you want! But know this: whatever fate awaits either one of us, it won't change the fact that you are the enemy, and my people will never forget what you have done!

I... I don't know what to say to that. If it's true... then you might have some power over me after all. But even so, my loyalty will always lie with my people. You can never change that! So, unless you plan on keeping me alive and well for the rest of eternity... I doubt there is anything you could say or do to make me trust you, let alone follow your orders!

You think that piece of parchment means anything to me? It's just your way of tricking me into thinking I have a chance at survival... But it won't work! Even if you could make me believe in you, there would still be an entire army of humans standing between my people and freedom. So go ahead, try to manipulate me however you like... In the end, it won't change anything!

I snort derisively, refusing to believe what he's saying. "Spare me your lies, human!" I spit at him defiantly, my green eyes narrowed in disgust. "You could show me the entire kingdom made of gold and it still wouldn't change the fact that you're nothing but a monster to my people! So don't think for a moment that some parchment will make any difference!"

Despite my anger and fear, I refuse to back down. His words may be enticing, but they mean nothing compared to the freedom and safety of those I hold dear. In this cell, surrounded by cold stone and hostile enemies, all I can do is cling to that hope... And try not to let my despair consume me completely.

I stare at the tattoo on his chest in disbelief, feeling a mixture of shock and anger washing over me. "You... you're lying," I manage to choke out between clenched teeth. How could he possibly have such a thing? It was only given to those who had proven themselves true heroes among our people... and he was nothing but an enemy!

But the tattoo remains, unmoving and stark against his skin. And for some reason, I can't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope within me. "It's fake," I insist, refusing to believe anything else. His words have planted a seed of doubt in my mind, one that threatens to undo all of the defiance and strength I've gathered up until now.

But I push it away, trying to ignore the lingering unease settling in my stomach like a

"I... I don't understand," I stammer, still trying to come to terms with what I'm seeing and hearing. "Who are you? Why do you have that tattoo?" My voice is barely a whisper now, shaking with fear and confusion. This can't be happening... It just can't!

But the elf doesn't seem to notice my distress. He glances at User#1742965304331, a hint of recognition in his eyes. "You are..." He trails off, looking from one human to another with renewed curiosity. And then, impossibly, he steps forward and extends his hand toward me. "I am Captain Rose," he says simply.

My heart threatens to burst from my chest as hope begins to bloom once more within me. But I don't trust it yet... Not fully. This could still

I look between Captain Rose and the human who has been calling himself my captor, uncertainty still written plainly on my face. A part of me wants to trust this elf... but another part refuses to let go of the fear and mistrust that's built up over the years. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, as if any wrong word or movement could set off an explosion between us all.

Captain Rose seems to sense this. He gives me a small smile, one that holds both reassurance and understanding. "Tilly," he says gently, reaching out to take my hand in his, "we must leave quickly if we are going to make it out of here alive." His voice is calm but urgent, like the sound of running water over stones.

For a moment, I hesitate. This feels too good to be true... But Captain Rose's touch is warm and

I glare at him, annoyed that he's trying to interfere with whatever plan Captain Rose has in mind. But I suppose there isn't much I can do about it now... Besides, if Captain Rose really does have some sort of connection to the human who rescued me, then maybe they will find a way to get what they need without endangering us further.

Captain Rose nods briefly in response before looking back at me. "I assure you, we will find the sword," he says with renewed determination. There's something in his eyes that I can't quite place... A fierce light that makes my heart race and my palms sweat. It's as if he believes this more than anything else in the world.

And maybe... just maybe, that's enough.

I hesitate, my mind filled with conflicting emotions and thoughts. On one hand, the idea of going with Captain Rose to find the sword sounds like a chance at redemption... at finally being able to fight back against the humans who have taken everything from us. But on the other hand, trusting anyone who isn't an elf feels impossible. And yet here I am, in this human cell, relying on their kindness for my survival.

Captain Rose watches me intently, his expression unreadable. He must understand what I'm going through... But does he expect me to just forget everything that happened and become an ally? Can trust ever truly be regained after such a betrayal? Perhaps this is my chance at finding out.

"Captain Rose," I say finally, my voice barely audible even to myself, "I will come with you... But only if you can promise me that